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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	beseech_v	good_a	hear_v	26,987	5	7.9135	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34793	The schismatick stigmatized wherein all make-bates are branded : whether they are eves-dropping-newes-carriers, murmurers, complainers, railers, reproachers, revilers, repining reformers, fault-finders, quarrell-pickers and corner-creepers : with all the rabble of brain-sicks who are enemies to old Englands peace / by Richard Carter.	Carter, Richard, 17th/18th cent.	1641 (1641)	Wing C664; ESTC R10295	11,943	23

She shames not her taile These for brevitics sake the rest we shall see anon and enjoy their sweet company Then I conceited I heard the fore-named Rout and Rabble whispering crooking and hissing like Toads Snakes Adders and Serpents bussing and hussing like whole swarmes of Bees Waspes and Hornets thus croking hissing buzzing and hussing on both sides mine eares which rouzed me up and now I know my Dreame is out For their Preaching or prating rather against me is nothing but cursing and lyes as I sald above Psal. 59. 12. But while they curse me I will pray for them as our blessed Saviour hath taught us all Father forgive them they know not what they doe and as the Proto-Martyr St. Stephen prayd for his mortall enemies Lord lay not this sinne to their charge and as our Church in Old-England doth teach us all to pray that it may please thee to forgive our enemies persecuters and slanderers and t turne their hearts We beseech thee to heare us good Lord For as much as Schismaticks cannot brooke Church-Musick calling the same the Devills Bag-pipes I shall now sing them a plaine-song and so wind up the Bottome for this time OLD Homers Mastyx Zoilus thou art And carping Momus bitter sharp and tart You learned Poets spare my ignorance The lesse I am the more I you advance Contraria juxta se posita magis manifestant All Schismaticks in generall Against our Church doe vent their Gall Like Cerberus the Dog of Hell At peace and truth they yelp and yell In prayer they say Lard Lard Lard Lard Lard Lard a hundred times is hard But our Lords-prayer they despise Because they are blind and precise Behold how they will brag and boast Blaspheming still the Holy Ghost They say the Spirit doth them lead Because Gods Word they heare and read Gods sacred word they ever wrest And make it speake what faction list Whereby they hide great villany With damned deep hy-po-cri-sie Poore widowes and poore fatherlesse They make no bones still to oppresse And for pretence long prayers make Because men should no notice take The Mote within his brothers eye The Schismatick will soone espy But his owne Beame doth cloud his sight Hypocrisie doth him benight Like painted Tombes they doe appeare With rottennesse full fraughted are Their hearts and tongues doe not agree To God nor King will bend their knee Behold when they doe pray or fast Their hands and eyes to skies they cast Sighing foole-lowd grone glout and lower Wringing a crabbed face most sower But when the poore doe crie for bread The hide-bound slave doth hide his head With words Demure he feeds the poore False-frothy-food he gives great store As Iosephs Mistris cunningly Chaste Iosephs garment laid her by To shew before her Husbands face To hide her whorish lust most base Thus Schismaticks to Church will flock But use Religion for a cloak Unto Brownes Church they shew great zeale Despising Church and Common-weale Fault-finders they will sing no song But babble loud in prayer long No shew of good in them is found But Factions Trumpet loud must sound With vestures gestures and such things White-Surplesse Rotchets Hoods and Rings The Schismatick will prating bee Still Mint Annis Tieth will he Mens vertues fooles will seldome name But blast mens vices to their shame Foule flies such suck foule matter still Rooting Swine-like in each Dung-hill Caesar when he demands his due Then startleth this braine-sick crew They prate forthwith some Scripture Text To spare his money being vext Far from Saint Paul behold he saith That man denyed hath the faith Worse than an Infidell he is Who doth not all provide for his The Divell had his Scriptum Est But sacred Writ he still did wrest He tempts the Church and Christ our Lord As holy Scripture doth Record By heards into Brownes Church they come And squot them downe upon their Bum Gods Service they doe all despise They are so fond blinde and precise They still pretend a publique good But for Faction is understood Our King and State may sinke or swim Peace seemeth nothing unto him Against disorders fooles will prate Controlling King the Church and State Bishops preach wrong but Coblers right If judge may be the Brain-sick-wight Their trade is all to prate and heare Because they are all mouth and eare Like hounds they harke and barke about Our Church is combred with this rout They keep no calling honestly But loyter laze catch cheat and lie And when honest mens goods they nim Free-holders still they prove to him They read no books but sacred Writ But yet God knowes they have no wit A sencelesse sence themselves will give None but a dunce will them believe As holy-water scares a sprite So learning frights the hy-po-crite All our fore-fathers they despise Grave Bishops Doctors Godly-wise These reverend Fathers fooles reject Tom-Cobler will himselfe direct In pulpits trades-men they extoll But King and Church they all controll They seeme a Papist to abhorre For Idolls vaine they doe adore If one be bad neither is good With two faces under one Hood A Drunkard Theefe or whore-Master Rogues Ruffins Bawds I far prefer Before false-faining seeming-good Having two faces in one Hood Sectaries still doe Idolize Vaine factious fansies as their eyes But none can blind our God of light No Devill nor no hy-po-crite Saint James why shouldst thou now have blame Because our Church doth beare thy name Moses and Aaron blessed are No Catharists De-rothing were Saints and their works we high esteeme What ever Brain-sick wise-men deeme Benefactors we all record And for all such still praise the Lord Blinde Zelots with blinde zeale are bent Against order of Parliament Their eares they prick up like an Asse And quarrells pick in Glasse and Brasse He that shall at my Verses stick Perhaps may prove some Schismatick Sectaries Brain-sick heads are sick All spur-gald Jades will wince and kick Fables and Factions fooles love best Fractions and Factions I detest What our King Charles doth defend In that I live and hope to end The Catholick undoubted-Creed I doe believe and hold indeed No way to blisse I know but one That is by Iesus Christ alone Lord blesse King Charles his Majesty His Queen and royall Progeny Elizabeth with her off-spring Their praises all the Muses sing The Honourable Counsell grave Thy Counsell Lord for them we crave And thus we pray with one consent Lord helpe our present Parliament God Almighty send peace among all Christians and blesse Great Britaine But principally increase and also confirme and continue peace more and more between Old England and Scotland Soli Deo Honor Gloria Richard Carter FINIS Behold the guilty man doth dreame All what I write puts him to shame Sutor ne ultra ●repidam Matth. 4.